Case in Point: For most of this summer. I've had to pick up a discarded Stewart's coffee cup from my front lawn, a neatly mowed lawn, I may add. Not just occasionally, but almost every weekday. You might think the litterer would remain anonymous forever, since there is no security camera, but, Aha! the evidence shows otherwise.
As I picked up the cup, and its related debris, napkin, food wrapper, I would speculate as to who would toss it on my lawn. I ruled out vengeful former students: there weren't that many, and they would have outgrown that phase by now anyway. I formed a profile---someone who lived in or toward Johnsonville, probably male and youngish, possibly a night shift worker enroute home who just happened to finish his coffee as he drove by my house. So nothing personal, just someone who doesn't mind tossing his trash on the property of other people. Yesterday when I picked up the usual offerings, there, alongside the Stewart's cup lay this coffee-stained envelope:
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